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Oct 2014
There are too many moaners and tossers and groaners all waiting to trip up your day,
get the **** out of my way is all you need to say to get on with your business,
and being less of a saint ain't gonna change 'jack' turn your back and the **** reappears.

We all steer a course on a heading we make,it's the stars in our eyes that take us along,
but there's 'wrong 'uns' and they're out there to get you,won't see you do well,like to see you in hell,just
tell 'em to ******* and you go off on your way.

There are people who curse,there are people who swear,there are those who write verse
I wonder which is the worse.

The moaners and Jonah's are in the top two for me
the tossers come close,runners up,number three.
At times I think
if I didn't invent them who the **** was it sent them
to bother me.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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     victoria, ryn and SPT
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